From: jlellis@dmccorp.com (John Lellis)
Subject: Worry
Date: 3 Jun 1994 00:12:54 GMT

Worry
 Prelude to Liner

By Joshua Lellis (that's JOSHUA Lellis)
Copyright 1994 Joshua Lellis

When he walked into the door at first, I kind of thought to myself
"What an idiot!". It was the bank, after all, and anyone bumping into
a sliding door must be an idiot. The idiot was dressed like my
idea of a bum, trench coat, no socks, no shoes. I was tempted to
yell at the guy, "Hey, no shirt, no shoes, no service." But I didn't
want to sound like an ass.
   He walked up to the teller next me, and pulled open his trench coat,
"flashing" the woman behind the counter. She shrieked in terror. I
took a peek behind the coat and saw the many explosive devices that
lined his coat. Scared shitless, I took some steps back, wondering
what to do. I panicked, running towards the sliding door, bumping
into it myself, yelling stuff about bombs, stuff about this man
who had just shown me my impression of Fort Knox if it was full of
explosives. I broke the glass of the sliding door, which was not bullet
proof, not in this town. Amarato, Maryland was hardly the type of city
that had bulletproof doors. They didn't have cameras in the bank, but
kept boxes in the corners of the ceiling to make it seem as though there
were cameras looking down at everyone. Amarato was about five miles
from Washington, D.C., where I was employed.
   I jumped from the door and rolled out into the street, my own
shirt and tie flailing around my neck. It was quick when the bank
exploded, and I fell on my face, covering my body, making sure
nobody was going to hurt me, nobody, and nothing. Shards of glass,
pieces of flesh, all hit me, and I cryed out in pain when a piece
of flaming wood struck my face and left a burn mark, a slight one which
would take me six weeks to get recovered from.
   Amarato was as bad as any other American town, and now that the war
was going to occur so soon. I pondered what Amarato would do when
Congress split apart, and Amarato would have to fight for their rights.


Continued in the storyline Liner........